Berner, The Jacka, Ampichino - Chop lyrics

We in the future, all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
When we gettin' rich while we still young
We in the future all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
We gettin' rich out here while we still young

I'm in the future all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
I'm on, produce a stone like my deuces on
Sippin' juice at a spot where
If you snooze you gone
Sellin' coke, same spot where I shoot my arm
We gettin' dough but where we go
We can't use a dime
But, if you want we sendin'
Soldiers although you were kind
Drug dealin'
No feelings when we out our mind
We not lookin' at Lebron
If there's powder flyin'
The complications on the Day-Date'll
Have you traumatized
But a Yacht-Master had a plasma
Leakin' out your eye
Grand Complications is a
Grown man's conversation
Four hundred grand, leather
Been on diamonds in the faces
I came up early pushin' tan when
All they want was spaceships my cousin Will
Cousin Ray they wasn't only gangsters
Paper over patience when only tough
Guys ink they faces

We in the future, all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
When we gettin' rich while we still young
We in the future all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
We gettin' rich out here while we still young

I'm still young, got plenty of cash
Ash trays full of gas, broad day
No need for a mask
I felt sick losin' money in
The mail like that but, I bought 20 more and
Then I bounced right back
We take trips just to flex, 2 weeks in Qatar
Gold Glocks, big yachts, and beautiful cars
I got bitches on the East Coast
Catch me in Scores
I'm in a Mink Coat tellin'
Baby give me some more
Louie V gold frames, I'mma let the coke drain
Then call her by her hoe name
Ten karat we can set it down in the tank
Cream soda with the drank
Eyes red as the paint
When I'm gone will they live for me?
Will I see 40 or will I
Die young? Pray for me
Take some coke and rub it on my gums
I love my chop like it's the only one

We in the future, all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
When we gettin' rich while we still young
We in the future all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
We gettin' rich out here while we still young

All of this paper what have we become
You dealin' with a nigga that
Rarely see the sun
Young, dumb, full of cum plus I'm on the run
I love the sound of my gun
Like it's my only one
No love in my heart, the city where I'm from
Will tear you apart if you
Ain't really from the slums
I murder emcees to the sound of the drum
I bleed the block my Nina
Pop cause where I'm from
It's kill or be killed you down for the hunt
Put your murder gloves on and
Wrap 'em round the pump
You ready to eat, you tired of these crumbs
You so used to losin' you
Don't know when you won
I slide around with a honey-bun
Only time I don't feel pain
Is when the money come
My girl asked me, what I'm runnin' from
I said I'm runnin' from the world

We in the future, all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
When we gettin' rich while we still young
We in the future all my niggas young
Talkin' 'bout my chop like it's the only one
Over the paper look what we've become
We gettin' rich out here while we still young